The pain is to see or not to see,
See to not pain is pain post see,
Hundred years shall have her as deity,
Extolling my own good by her presence,
Reading a single line does lots of magic,
Immerging the author’s and my own interpretation,
Navigated by mind’s mind to story in our paradise,
Genuinely enjoying the magic, an enemy of reality.
Yes! Fairy would love to see you short lived,
Angels would envy science that glorified your beauty,
Noosing you with rain and fiery sun to degrade,
Gossiping among themselves your flaws,
“Days addition would snatch her looks,
Away to unfathomable she must travel,
Yelling on impermanence but helpless.”
Ink, even if ocean agreed to turn itself into, suffices not,
Scribbling of your shortfalls to lift themselves (goddesses).
But “My lady” be thou scared not by those,
Earth has full of men to praise and love you,
And their love combined equates with mine,
Use your mind to carve eternal tattoo of beauty,
That magnifies your physique and immortalizes history,
I remain unmoved as Everest in choosing human,
Filled with conviction to be yours in real or thought,
Unabated by chaos and disorder of daily life,
Looking into the mirror of thought to see you, ever.
